She bent and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and laid her on the sofa, deepening the kiss until her head was filled with love and her body was filled with desire. When he reached for her breast, she covered his hand with hers, holding it there, letting him feel the rapid beat of her heart.
When he lifted his hand, she was out of breath. “Want me to tell you what I’m feeling right now?”
He raised her skirt and rested his hand on her panties, teasing her sex. “You’re wet. I’m not psychic, but I have a pretty good idea what you’re feeling.”
She gazed at his face, unable to fathom that this extraordinary man loved her. “What are you going to do about it?”
He slipped his fingers beneath the silk and rubbed her aching flesh, teasing her until she was panting. “I’m going to make you come, Peaches. And then I’m going to slide my dick in you and make love to you and make you come again.”
She grinned. “I like this idea.” She arched against his hand. He removed her panties, slid his fingers inside her, and rubbed her cl*twith his thumb.
He dropped off the couch and onto his knees, drawing her legs over his shoulders. He put his mouth on her pu**y and licked her, the heat and wetness of his tongue taking her right to the edge of madness. She lifted up on her elbows, watching him as he lapped at her with his tongue and sucked her clit. Sensation spiraled within her until she couldn’t hold back. And when she came, their eyes met and she let him watch her release, arching against him as wave after wave washed over her.
When the pulses subsided, he stood, licked his lips and smiled down at her, then kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants to the floor. He grabbed a condom and took a seat on the sofa, pulling her on top of him.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known,” he said as he lifted her skirt over her hips.
She rocked her sex against his erection. “You’ve always made me feel sexy.” She took the condom wrapper from his hands and tore it open, then fit the condom onto his rigid cock. “You make me want to do things I’ve never done before.”
“Like ha**g s*x outside my family’s bar?”
She laughed, then raised up and slid down over his shaft, gasping as he filled her. “Yes, like that.”
He grabbed her buttocks and spread them as he speared his c**k into her, burying himself deep. She unbuttoned her blouse and undid the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. His eyes went half-lidded as she grabbed her br**sts and teased her ni**les while he surged into her.
“You have no idea how much I like seeing you play with your ni**les like that.”
“We have a lot to explore with each other, don’t we?” she said, moaning as he rocked back and forth. With his c**k buried deep inside her, she pulsed, her cl*trubbing against him. She plucked at her nipples, sending sensation coursing through her nerve endings.
He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck and brought her toward him for a blistering kiss that made her tingle all over. With the other hand, he held tight to her ass, grinding against her until she felt the stirrings of orgasm. She whimpered against his lips.
“Come on, Peaches. Come on my c**k so I can let go.”
His words never failed to rock her world, to encourage her to soar. And as he gripped her butt and lifted against her, she broke, crying out against his mouth with her orgasm. He went with her, groaning out her name as he thrust upward in several bursts, both of them shuddering and gripping each other as their worlds collided.
He swept his arm over her back, divesting her of her blouse and bra. She much preferred his caresses on her bare skin.
“See how much easier this will be when we’re living together?” he said later as they climbed into her bed. “One of us always has to get up and go home the next day. I’d much rather already be home.”
“Which of our places do you want to live in?”
“Well, there’s your house, which would make more sense than my condo.”
“That’s true.”
“But I actually thought we might want to buy a bigger house.”
She arched a brow. “Really? Why?”
“Well, because eventually we’ll want to get married and have kids…”
She gaped at him.
He paused. “I’m rushing you. Or scaring the hell out of you. I should propose or something first, shouldn’t I? I never get this shit right. Or would you rather we take this slow?”
She shook her head, no longer afraid. “No. You’re doing it all right. And I’m fine with taking it one slow step at a time. A bigger house it is.”
She leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat as they cuddled together.
Maybe he didn’t say all the right things, and maybe he didn’t do it all in the right way, but he was hers, and she was his, and they’d figure it all out together. Because she knew now that both of them were in this for the long haul, and that he’d be there for her no matter what.
And that’s what counted the most.